Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 619: 388, Battery and Melee_2 Chapter 619: 388, Battery and Melee_2 “The crows,” Qing Zhun said calmly, “The crows have come, April and May.”

“The Contraindicated courts? What are they here for… This is bad, the boss is in danger!” Qing Hua turned around and was about to run outside, only to be pulled back by Qing Zhun, “Have you forgotten? The Inspector specifically ordered us not to follow.”

Qing Hua recalled the instructions Qing Chen gave before he left; it was indeed the case.

“The boss didn’t want us to follow him; could it be because he foresaw the danger and didn’t want us to get involved?” Qing Hua pondered aloud.

“That’s probably it,” Qing Zhun responded without expression, “After all, Intelligence Department One may have an official status, but it doesn’t possess any real masters; following him would be useless. However, it’s somewhat unexpected for the Inspector to do this. If it were any other boss, they would surely bring a few sacrificial pawns for protection before daring to step out. He’s quite considerate of his subordinates.”

“I feel like you haven’t fully accepted him yet? I call him boss, but you often refer to him by his official title, ‘Inspector,ʼ” Qing Hua said.

The way one addresses another often reveals their true thoughts.

Qing Zhun glanced at Qing Hua and cracked a smile, “I do accept him, who says I don’t? Don’t slander me.”

Qing Hua fell silent. When the crows appeared just now, Qing Zhun recognized their identities at a glance.

However, these two crows were not wearing the black linen cloaks, and Qing Zhun identified them from a distance of over a hundred meters away.

This indicated that Qing Zhun’s vision was exceptionally good.

Within Qing’s Family, those with exceptionally good vision are usually individuals who have been bestowed with Realm camellia by Qing’s shadow.

For a moment, Qing Hua was uncertain about the true identity of Qing Zhun.

All of a sudden, Qing Hua said, “Do we really not need to follow the boss? The crows have shown up, indicating that tonight Jindai or Deer Island might make a move on him.”

Assassination is an action that breaks the rules and demonstrates a lack of political savvy, and it’s for this fondness for assassination that Jindai has always been criticized by all consortia.

Gradually, Jindai used this method less and less, except when dealing with particularly important individuals.

As the Inspector of PCA Intelligence Unit, Qing Chen certainly doesn’t count as a truly significant figure.

But lately, the abilities Qing Chen has shown have probably caught Jindai’s attention.

Many people would underestimate him because of his youth, but Jindai’s intelligence organization “Yamata” certainly wouldn’t.

On the contrary, they would pay even more attention to Qing Chen.

An aging enemy doesn’t need to be killed; he has no ambition left and will die sooner or later.

But what about a youth who has shown his brilliance at 17 and played Intelligence Department One in his hands? If he’s left unchecked, how many years will he dominate the intelligence world thereafter?

At this moment, Qing Zhun thought for a while and then said, “Even if not assassination, they would still want to thwart him once, to shake his confidence. He can’t avoid this.”

There are all too many genius young tycoons in the world, brilliant and spirited in their youth but targeted deliberately by other consortia and defeated in their drive.

Many believe they can get back up after falling, but how easy is it really to get back up?

Many a genius has been thoroughly crushed once and never recovers.

It’s not just the tycoons; there are various sports prodigies too. When they win, they keep winning, their confidence growing with each battle, their aura becoming ever more vibrant.

But once they suffer a major setback, they quickly exit the stage of history.

This is a subtle psychological tactic, yet it is very effective.

Qing Zhun turned and walked towards his own dormitory, “I’m going to sleep.”

Qing Hua glanced at his retreating figure, “No, I still have to take the brothers and go check it out, in case we can be of any help.”

“Aren’t you afraid of dying? Is this something we can get involved in?” Qing Zhun asked with interest, turning around.

“We can’t just do nothing,” said Qing Hua, then called out to Yang Xuyang and others to go out. In the end, Qing Zhun didn’t follow. He just had an inscrutable smile hanging on his lips.

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Inside the buildings on both sides of Jindai Street in District Five.

The pleasing singing of the dancers downstairs was swaying, penetrating into the room from the outside.

The red and gold holographic neon also made the unlit room look magnificent.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, several people dressed in black were silently standing, gazing out the window like eternal statues.

Over the earpiece, someone said calmly, “The target is approaching. Remember, do not kill his Shadow Candidate to his side. Remember, do not kill the Shadow Candidate to his side. Break the target’s legs and execute Plan A for withdrawal, leave a survivor.”

“Received.”

“Received.”

“…”

Over a dozen acknowledgments came through the earpiece communication channel, indicating that there were as many as a dozen groups of assassins hidden in Jindai Street, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

These people were not here to kill, but to incapacitate Qing Chen, ensuring he must lie in bed recuperating for a short period, dampening his spirit.

They were not yet ready to enter a fight to the death with Qing’s Family at this juncture.

But just then, a sudden voice chuckling came through the earpiece, “Good evening, everyone. Thanks for your efforts, coming out so late to assassinate an intelligence officer of our Qing’s Family.”

As these words were spoken, all the assassins tensed.

The assassins who had been standing by the windows suddenly turned and saw a Door of Shadow opening behind them, and a young man stepped out from it.